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HELGA
- Will they beat him, mother?
A LAD
- Let us rather tease him with all his lies!
ANOTHER
- Kick him out of the company!
A THIRD
- Spit in his eyes!
A FOURTH [to the SMITH].
- You're not backing out, smith?
THE SMITH [flinging away his jacket].
- The jade shall be slaughtered!
SOLVEIG'S MOTHER [to SOLVEIG].
- There, you can see how that windbag is thought of.
ASE [coming up with a stick in her hand].
- Is that son of mine here? Now he's in for a drubbing!
- Oh! how heartily I will dang him!
THE SMITH [rolling up his shirt-sleeves].
- That switch is too light for a carcass like
